"Okay, Cao Zhi, you are in charge of today's three-level trial, and Commander Gu and I are just stopping by to take a look. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Seeing Cao Zhi's nervous expression, Lu Chaotong smiled faintly.

"Yes, Commander Lu!"

Cao Zhi frowned slightly, and said in awe.

"I don't know how many young powerhouses will be able to enter the Iron Blood Guard this time?"

Gu Feng raised his eyebrows, looked at the two hundred years under the high platform, glanced at Lu Chaotong on his side, and said with emotion.

"I heard that Lord Liu intends to build a new camp this time, it should be selected from these teenagers, and the name of the camp has not yet been determined!"

Lu Chaotong said suddenly, and the faces of Gu Feng and the six centurions on the side changed suddenly.

Since the establishment of the Iron Guard, there have been three commanders and six centurions, and this establishment of the camp means that there will be a seventh centurion.

"New battalion?"

Gu Feng frowned, his face was full of shock, as one of the three major commanders, he had never heard of this news, and he didn't know where Lu Chaotong learned about it.

"You don't have to think about it?"

A sneer broke at the corner of Lu Chaotong's mouth, "Lord Liu's camp this time, according to my guess, should be independent of the six battalions and transferred by the city lord. ”

"What?"

Hearing this, Gu Feng's pupils couldn't help but constrict, and he exclaimed.

If a seventh new battalion does appear, then it means that a new force will appear in the Iron Guard to compete with them. Kneel down and beg for a hundred black *rock* cabinets

Gu Feng frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of the meaning of Liu Xuancang's move.

……

Under the high platform, some people have gradually begun to conduct human trials.

The one who stepped forward was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a resolute expression, and the weapon he chose was a long sword.

Lu Cheng's expression was solemn, and his eyes were locked on the young man's figure. His strength is above the Martial Arts Sevenfold, but there is still a distance from the Eightfold.

He was the first to test, and from the battle between the two sides, Lu Cheng could also see something.

"Zhao Long, participate in the trial!"

The young man arched his hand, holding the long sword in his hand, and there was a hint of nervousness in his expression.

"Boy, your opponent is me!"

As soon as Zhao Long's words fell, a burly figure walked out of the Iron Blood Guard camp. He was nine feet tall, with a tall figure and a gaze as sharp as a blade. As soon as it appeared, a breathtaking momentum swept out like a tide, which was not to be underestimated.

"Zhang Hu, it's this kid again. It's not a shame to fight with these rookies every year. ”

The Iron Blood Guard looked at the figure, and suddenly there was a sigh.

"What do you know, there's nothing going on in the past half a month, it's training all day, and the bones have long been falling apart, and finally these rookies are here, just abusing and loosening their muscles."

"Hahaha, that's what you said, wait for the second one, you are not allowed to rob Lao Tzu."

"Zhao Yang, it's just you, believe it or not, Lao Tzu punched you to death, and the second Lao Tzu is predetermined."

The iron-blooded guards were all gearing up, and there was a thick ruthlessness in their eyes, but Lu Chaotong and Gu Feng on the high platform turned a blind eye to this.

"This group of stinky boys, it seems that the teenagers of the trial are unlucky."

……

"Boy, hurry up, otherwise when Lao Tzu does, you won't have a chance!"

Zhang Hu stepped out in one step, a thick blood qi in his body came out of his body, and shouted loudly at Zhao Long.

"Offended!"

Zhao Long's face turned cold, and the long sword in his hand burst out with blazing light, rolling up the sword rays in the sky, and shrouded Zhang Hu.

"Boy, that's all there is to it?"

Zhang Hu's face was calm, he laughed loudly, and let Zhao Long stab at him. At the moment when the sword was approaching, Zhang Hu stepped out suddenly.

Raising his hand, he blasted out with a palm, and suddenly, the majestic True Yuan rushed out like a flood that burst the embankment, and in a moment, Zhao Long's sword was completely shattered.

Rumble......

Seeing this, Zhao Long's face couldn't help but change greatly, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at Zhang Hu again.

"The strength is too weak, forget it, I won't play with you......"

There was a hint of disappointment on Zhang Hu's face, Zhao Long was just a sevenfold martial artist, but he was a first-class martial artist in the Lingwu Realm, and there was an insurmountable barrier between the two.

Boom!

Zhang Hu took a step forward, turned his fist into a palm, and pinched the long sword in Zhao Long's hand in the sword. Zhenyuan drummed and instantly pinched the long sword into a piece of scrap iron.

Under that furious True Yuan, Zhao Long's body was thrown out and smashed to the ground.

Blood continued to spill from the corners of his mouth, and his face turned pale.

If it weren't for Zhang Hu's mercy, Zhao Long would definitely not be as simple as spitting blood.

"Zhao Long admits defeat, thank you Lord Zhang for your mercy."

Zhao Long stood up from the ground with a dejected expression and bowed his hand towards Zhang Hu.

……

"Lost so soon?"

"The Iron Guards are too strong, how can we be their opponents?"

Someone exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.

Zhao Long's strength is in the middle of the Martial Arts Sevenfold Stage, and those who have passed the assessment on the wall are mostly the same as him.

Zhao Long didn't even hold up a move, and their fate seemed to be doomed.

"Hahaha, it's finally Lao Tzu's turn, who is my opponent?"

After Zhang Hu returned to the Iron-Blooded Guard's camp, a figure jumped out of it and roared wildly.

"My lord, your opponent is me!"

A young man walked up to the center of the martial arts training ground, holding a spear in his hand.

"What's your name, you Leopard Master and I never fight against nameless people!"

"In Xia Chuwei, please give me advice!"

Chu Wei held the spear in his hand, his eyes suddenly cold, and the spear swept towards Sun Leopard like a dragon.

"Well, the spear is good, but this strength is still too low in front of me."

Sun Bao laughed, rose into the air, and slammed his fist on Chu Wei's long coin.

Ka Tsa ......

With a piercing roar, the spear broke instantly, and Chu Wei's whole person was swept out, blood continued to seep out from the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't even stand up in battle.

"It's too weak...... Can you find someone strong to fight with Lao Tzu? ”

Sun Bao's face was full of disappointment, and he couldn't get enough of it.

Seeing this scene, the teenagers waiting for the trial were all shocked. The human level is too strict, how can anyone be the opponent of the Iron Guard.

……

As time passed, the number of people who completed the trial gradually increased, but none of them could defeat the Iron Guard, and no more than thirty people could even survive two moves.

"Why are these little guys so weak this year? It shouldn't be! ”

Gu Feng's brows were tightly locked, and his face was a little ugly.

"You don't look at those boys in your camp, it seems that they haven't trained enough recently, their bodies are itchy, and they are all killing these little guys, how can anyone pass?"

Wow......

Just as the two were talking, there was a sudden uproar from the crowd.

'What's going on?'

Gu Feng frowned, turned to look at the center of the martial arts cultivation field.

There, an emaciated figure stood tall, and across from him, the Iron Guard fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

"Zhao Yang, this kid is actually defeated?"

Gu Feng's face showed a hint of surprise, although Zhao Yang's strength was low, he also had a recultivation in the Spirit Martial Realm, and being able to defeat him was enough to show the strength of the young man.

"What's your name?"

Cao Zhi swept down from the high platform and walked in front of the figure.

"In Xia Lin Feng!"

The young man bowed and said indifferently.

In the crowd in the distance, Lu Cheng's brows furrowed slightly, he had been paying attention to Lin Feng's battle before.

Lin Feng was only a martial arts eightfold cultivator, but he was able to defeat Zhao Yang in the Lingwu realm, which was enough to make Lu Cheng pay attention to it.

"Okay, one of the people, you passed."

Cao Zhi laughed and patted Lin Feng's shoulder heavily.

Lin Feng walked alone to the distance, which was a special resting place for passing the trial.

Everyone looked at Lin Feng with envy on their faces, their expressions complicated.

"Who's next?"

Cao Zhi glanced at the remaining teenagers and yelled.

"I, Tang Dong, would like to ask all the seniors!"

A young man in Tsing Yi slowly walked out of the crowd with a cold face.

"It's Tang Dong, some of them watched it this time."

There was an uproar on the martial arts cultivation field, and everyone was shocked.

Lu Cheng also hugged his chest and looked at Tang Dong with interest, he didn't know why, he always felt that Tang Dong definitely had more than nine martial arts strength.

"I want to see what kind of arrogant strength this kid has!"

Lu Cheng smiled faintly, his eyes locked on the martial arts cultivation field.